A road to poetry

who am I?(poem)

I was who I was,
I am who I am.
I am me not you.

My life was ordinary some would say.
Filled with love, hope, people each and everyday.
I laughed, l played like all children do.
It's weird.
I used to do all of these things,
now I just lay in bed and stare.
At what seems to be beautiful but rare.
A picture of a girl so innocent.
I can't take my eyes off it not for just one minute.
For there is a meaning beyond that stare.
That picture,
That face,
That glare,
I am consumed by her beauty.
I slowly drift away from reality,
quicker and quicker.

What is happening?
My soul is drifting away.
I can't be saved,
I can't be seen.

I was, who I was.
I am , who I am
I changed,
I am me not you
I am now a painting that stare at you.